Wednesday, May 6, 2015

The pretty waiter woman

We were young
With long hair
We’d never been so old before
We were free
We were lost
We’d never been so alone before

I tried to swallow 3 pills while I waited 
We’d been to a wedding
It was a beautiful wedding
In a castle on an island

When I fall in love, everyone else could go fuck themselves for all I care

So I went away
Climbed Kilimanjaro
Made friends with a native
Played the white man with the natives

I knew gravity was like acceleration
I knew the universe had come from nothing and that zero was infinity
But an email from an old friend brought me home
I called in with a loaf of brown bread I’d picked up in SuperValu
His mother told me a story
My eyes were cloudy and the clouds had all these specs in them
I remembered when I was younger and my eyes were clear
And my limbs were supple
And my parents put me in a chair
And warned me to live
I used to imagine running away, to the forests in the mountains
And living with the animals
And retreating to the plants
And the sun
retreating like pond scum, to the air
and the electricity in the lightning
and the chaos in the stars
far, far away from the shite talk in the internet
and the games in the world
and the jobs and the money
and the dead Syrian girl child
and the pretty waiter woman
I left her a gold coin
And took to the road